#Proven to be a Hot Mess

We all know I love cliffhangers. I love to write them and I love to read books with. Endings are so finite. So complete, so IN YOUR FACE. Even the happily ever afters. They are slightly softer, wrapped in a pretty pink ribbon before being doused with silver glitter and ALL THE FEELS. A part of me revels in the infinite open ending that could always change. Always be re-written.

So as I sit and write Proven, I was woefully unprepared for the rush of emotions that have ripped me apart. After dedicating the last two years to my characters, my words, and my readers I’ve hit a big mushy pile of feels that I’m not sure I’ll be able to temper. All authors become attached to their characters, but within my characters, I’ve grown right along with them. I forged my own path and journey of self-discovery. In the writing this last book in the series, it completes a work of art that I’ve poured my heart and soul into. But it’s more than that.

It’s letting go. I’ve already cried five times. FIVE TIMES. For no good reason. I’m writing a sentence, adapting a specific sentence to the rest of the paragraph, or describing someone’s movements – and WHAM! My eyes get all misty and a tsunami of epic proportions ensues. Yesterday the detailed and intricate ending unfolded in my mind, so powerful and earth-shattering that I cried happy tears. The definition of an ugly cry. And all the while my characters were celebrating and rolling their eyes at me.

So as a warning, an all out snot fest could talk hold when I write THE END to Proven. It will be the end of my imaginary world and the characters within, but it will be an ending to one chapter of my dream and the beginning of the second chapter that’s yet to be written. So buckle up and bring out the Oreos you stashed away. This is going to be a wild ride!

Kday Sig for Blog

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